My cadence against her clit quickens as I continue to steadily press, filling her sloppy pussy with my soaking fingers. It stops abruptly when it becomes firm enough for her to notice through the thin yarn. Gradually the length of our contact increases from mere moments to brief encounters, extending each repetition. Proceeding with this extended journey, I repeat the method played out by the rhythms of the road. It seems that both of us have been slightly holding our legs closed against our bags but intermittently the momentum of the vehicle forces us together. Tickles turn to strokes and I feel the warmth and shape of her muscle against my calf. Departure was around , a little before sunset, and by the time I arrive at the station the stippled clouds were turning a vibrant red and purple against the backdrop of an orange sky.
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